My thankful day.................

I guess I just wanted to say that eventhough things are a little stressful right now, I am thankful for so much. I have a wonderful, handsome husband who loves Jesus, I have beautiful people who constantly enrich my life and challange me. I have been blessed. I hope you all take time to remember the good things today.

Fights and Misunderstandings

So I am "fighting" with someone I love very much right now. I don't want to fight, but they are very mad at me for being honest with them. I have decided to attempt to not let my feelings get in the way here and simply not fight back, and allow the Lord to help us here. I am not saying that I am right, or that the other person is all wrong. Just that I cannot do this on my own, and I really need the Lord to give us wisdom here.

I come from a long line of defensive hot-heads. We get mad when people try to call us out on things. We jump quickly to conclusions that are often wrong. We get mad if someone doesn't answer us right away if we ask them a question (even if they didn't hear us). We get mad when the Packers don't win. :)
That being said, I have come to realize that our immediate defensiveness has got something deeper at it's core. I believe it is a fear of rejection. A fear of rejection that the devil has made grow and fester more and more since we were little children. For instance, if someone doesn't answer me, i take offense at that, "well, whatever! Don't answer me then! I knew you really didn't love me. I knew you were just using me."--this is what actually goes through my head sometimes when Adam doesn't answer me right away. WHAT A BUNCH OF CRAP! Sometimes he just doesn't hear me. Sometimes he has to think about his answer longer. Sometimes, I just need to learn to be patient. To sum all this up, we are selfish people. We just assume that everything is about us. We just don't take the time to say, "hmmmmm, I wonder what is really wrong here?"
A great fear of humankind is being rejected. We will be rejected by many. That is just a part of life. What I hope i can focus on, is that I need to continue to strive to find my worth in the Lord. And know that He has never and will never reject me. In fact, he was rejected for me. And I need to try to help others understand that too.

Spook, I love you. I don't want to fight with you. Pray. Ask for guidance though this.

Quickly a rant......

I WILL NOT BE SUCKED INTO GLEE.
I WILL NOT BE SUCKED INTO GLEE.
I WILL NOT BE SUCKED INTO GLEE.
I WILL NOT BE SUCKED INTO GLEE.
I WILL NOT BE SUCKED INTO GLEE.

So, since two of the like 10 blogs i follow have mentioned GLEE today, i have to vent. *warning the following will reflect the opinions and convictions of the writer ONLY it is in NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM intended to force an opinion on anybody that reads it. It also is in NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM meant to belittle anyone who doesn't agree with what is written.

At the end of the last American Idol season, a new show was being touted as the next big thing not to miss. It was previewed one night after American Idol. Yes, I was an idol junky. I even voted numerous time for numerous people. And no, I will not be watching it this year because of what happened with PAULA, blah, blah, I digress......
okay so I watch this exciting new show. And I will not lie, I was VERY EXCITED! But then, they said that it was only a preview and that we would have to wait until the fall for the show to start. So for 3 months I himmed and hawed about the fact that I had to wait to watch the show that had so quickly tickled my fancy. Then, at the end of July, it started. The doubt. The cynicism, the dread.......
i just knew............
and sure enough, a month later, when the first show of the season was on, my worst nightmare (in tv land) had come true.
IT HAD TURNED RAUNCHY!
in the very first episode (after the pilot). and it was then and there that I knew no matter how much I wanted to watch this show filled with beautifully rich character and story lines that even hit close to home (as I myself was a show choir girl) I could not in good conscience begin to get addicted to a high school night time soap opera filled with fornication and lies. It was yet another reminder of the dog poop brownies. If you know this story, don't read the following paragraph:

These two children wanted to go to a movie with their friends. All of their friends had seen the movie and they were very eager to go even though they knew that there were a few scenes of questionable content in it that their parents would not approve of. But they asked their father anyway, emphasizing that there were only a few questionable scenes. Their father said, "okay, and you know what? I am going to make you my special brownies too!" The kids were very excited about the movie and the brownies. They really loved dad's brownies. So, hot out of the oven came the brownies and the kids came rushing in from play, and Dad said, I have an extra special treat for you, I put some dog poop in the brownies. Not much, just a tiny, tiny bit. You won't even taste it with all the extra chocolate I put in it. The children were grossed out. There was no way that they were going to eat dog poop brownies! Even if they couldn't taste it. Their father told them that he did it as an illustration about the movie they wanted so badly to see. There might only be a little bit of junk in it, but eventually you get more and more desensitized to it to the point where you are eating straight poop!

okay i added that last part.
but even though I want very badly to get sucked into the cult of GLEE, I am going to restrain myself. and pray for help.
rant complete.

Bad Tip Day and a Renewed Faith in Humanity

So the only thing not really good about today is that it is a bad tip day. Everyone must be broke today. Most of them are paying with credit cards. All in all though, we are learning much and really shocked at the new developements in our relationships with the Good Lord. I love calling Him the "Good Lord," not just because He indeed is good, but because it reminds me of Adam's Dad and Grandpa who both referenced to God that way.

You know what? It is not hard to be a Christ follower. Jesus was a simple man, preaching a simple gospel filled with love, acceptance and forgiveness. You know what else? I am going to focus on reading the Bible and praying. There are no magic formulas. There are no meditative states that I can enter to the Holy of Holies. I just have to come to God, and talk to Him. I don't want fake highs, they do nothing for us but eventually let us down.

Yesterday, a few women were in and they did not like the idea that I had Cream of Mushroom with Barley soup. In fact they stood there making "eeewwww" faces and I assumed that they would not be getting the soup so I ignored them and continued on with my other customers and they left. Now, these women were at least 75 years old and I would think that they would know better than to make faces that will hurt someone's feeling, but they didn't. Anyway, this morning I decided that I REALLY have to stop letting those things get to me, because they are not full frontal assults on my ability to bake or cook, but just simply people who react in an unkind way, or simply people who lack social skills. Just a few minutes ago, a man came in and asked what soup we had today, (his age=aprox.70) I told him Tomato Basil, he said, "You know, I am not a tomato fan, but I will come back another day."
Yeah, now that was a response that could renew my faith in humanity:) And just another reminder that, people are, just people.
Ain't it grand to be human?
more later................

Never What You Expect

So I gotta say, that God just never gives you what you expect. I say God here instead of Life because, well, God is life. Anyhoo, our over-filled weekend with family was, how can I put this, nice. Seriously, we were anticipating, severe pain, but it was not like that at all! Praise thee Lord!
more later on this...............
have a blessed Monday

Ask, Seek, Knock

So yesterday, I was complaining a bit of the fact that I had no help this week. Then this morning my lovely friend Cindy left me a message saying she could help me with whatever I needed. AND my mom just called and she is like 30 minutes away from Rochester coming on her day off to help me deep clean behind the counter and in the backroom. You know, it is so funny to me how God helps us even when we are poops. He is our father. He is good no matter how we are.

Matthew 7:7-8
Keep on asking and you will receive what you ask for, keep on seeking and you will find, keep on knocking and the door will be opened unto you, for everyone who asks receives, everyone who seeks finds, and to everyone who knocks the door will be opened."

chew on that:)

be blessed

Absenteeposting.............

Well, I am making up words. But you see, I am tired. My knee is twisted. My right foot is definately fractured. And to top it all off I don't have any help this week. Normally Adam is able to work at least one day with me, but he is not this week and I am sad about that. Not just to have the help, but because I really love being with him.

I am a whiner-cry-baby-butt. I am going to stop complaining now. There is a song we used to sing called "Count your blessings."

It goes something like this:

Count your blessings name them one by one. Count your blessings see what God has done. Count your blessings. Name them one by one, and you will remember what the Lord has done.

When upon life's billows you are tempest tossed, when you are discouraged thinking all is lost.

Count your many blessings, name them one by one, and it will surprise you what the Lord has done!

So, I am going to try to spend the remainder of this day counting my many blessings. I know that they are too numerous to count.

A few of them are listed above:) (in picture form:)